Down And Out

Killa! Baby!
 Kanye this that 1970s Heron flow huh?
 Yeah let's speed it up
 Ayo street mergers I legislated
 The nerve I never hated
 On murders pre-meditated
 Absurd! I hesitated
 Observe: cock and spray
 Hit you from a block away
 Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
 Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place
 Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face
 She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
 She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
 I got brought up with crooking
 Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
 But got caught up with the jooks you woulda thought I was from Brooklyn
 It gets boring just looking
 Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding
 Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
 Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner
 Car game bananas
 My man Santana
 Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers
 They trying to say he (down, down)
 I hear niggas saying he (down, but not out)
 But our flow is the truest
 The games in the nooses
 Our girls is the models
 They coochies the juiciest
 Yeah, they say he (down, down)
 Yeah, they say he (down, but not out)
 'Cause I'm back on my grind
 Money back on my mind
 Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine
 I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says
 Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head
 Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red
 You got pets? Me too: mine are dead
 Fox, minks, gators that's necessary
 Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
 I get approached by animal activists
 I live in a zoo
 I run scandals with savages
 All my niggas get together to gather loot
 Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot
 I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots
 Hand grenade, goggles and a parachute
 Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip
 It was "Touch Me, Tease Me" when Case was the shit
 You don't know bout the cases I get
 Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
 They trying to say he (down, down)
 I hear niggas saying he (down, but not out)
 But our flow is the truest
 The games in the nooses
 Our girls is the models
 They coochies the juiciest
 Yeah, they say he (down, down)
 Yeah, they say he (down, but not out)
 'Cause I'm back on my grind
 Money back on my mind
 Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine
 Ayo you dealing with some sure shit
 My bitches pure thick
 Play razor tag, slice ya face, you're it!
 It's I who come by drive-thru
 Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
 Look at mami, eyes blue, 5'2"
 I approached her "Hi boo, how you?
 Pony skin Louis? Oh, you fly too
 You a stewardess? Good ma, I fly too"
 Now a nigga got baking to bake
 Harlem Shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shaking awake
 Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes
 Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
 Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake
 I'm laughing, you couldn't wait to escape
 For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the fo
 I hoped a nigga heard when I said "I told you so"
 They trying to say he (down, down)
 I hear niggas saying he (down, but not out)
 But our flow is the truest
 The games in the nooses
 Our girls is the models
 They coochies the juiciest
 Yeah, they say he (down, down)
 Yeah, they say he (down, but not out)
 'Cause I'm back on my grind
 Money back on my mind
 Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine
 Mine
 Killa you already know Harlem
 Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
 Chicago of course
 Westside, holla at me
 Southside wild hundreds
 You know what it is Ohio
 Columbus, holla at ya boy
 You know what else I do
 Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati